Can I Take Your Order? Place your order if you dare (3)

Welcome back to Cafe Bleu. The last time we were here was back in April! Back then we had celebrated receiving a new 4 star rating! I was so excited and proud of my staff that I increased wages significantly. What followed was amazing, so I will break it down for you.

Following a staff meeting, and then a subsequent meeting after raising wages, a team member steps forward and offers some suggestions, and I am impressed with what she says so I give her a promotion to team leader. Her name is Anna. She recommended the following changes:

1# To cater for a wider variety of guests I should add a vegetarian and vegan option onto the menu. So I did! Everything on the menu has a vegan equivalent and I added some individual items which you can see below. We saw a rapid increase in customers as word spread that we now had vegan food.

2# To change the look of the menu, because it was too blue and the flowers at the bottom meant nothing. Initially I disliked this, so decided out of fear of change to make a ‘joke’ menu, which looked completely awful. What do you know, her suggestion to change actually caused me to make a design which customers loved! They said ‘it reminds them of a proper café.’ I cannot complain, Anna, thank you.

3# Add more food items to the list, to increase profit and this idea was already on my mind, the menu was so small, but I intended to keep our menu integrated into the new one. Yes profit was being made on the small menu, but having more options allowed more choice.

Look at the new bloody menu below! The staff are doing so well. We have a clean, highly regulated café with efficient staff, good hygiene procedures – we got 5 star on hygiene – and excellent customer service and feedback. After creating a box for anonymous feedback we found that 89% of visitors would come again, and that a whopping 98% had a nice time and enjoyed their food! What does that tell you?

We love to chat to new people, and have set up a dedicated booth for people to discuss their mental health, or any worries they may have and this is led by our newest addition to Café Bleu James. He’s a qualified psychologist and also works here, helping to clean tables and serve food and drinks.

You can get a starter, main meal and dessert for under or around £15 if you wanted. Where else will you find such excellent quality food at affordable prices?!

© 2022

Below is our current rating, which I hope will change by next month when they come to inspect.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Our Mental Health ~ Journey of Our Lives

Welcome to this post on mental health! Apologies for not posting anything for a few days too, I’ve been busy. I also found a free flight simulator which I downloaded last night and has been so far real awesome!

So, I collaborated with another writer/poet who joined forces with me in the above Medium post so we could each write about our mental health, particularly depression. I am not putting this in writer spotlight as it is not featured on my site. I would also appreciate if you could clap and comment on Medium to show your support and to make the post more visible to others, so we can raise awareness and reduce the stigma associated with being depressed.

This last few years isolation, depression, and general poor mental health have been given a not so good reception, being completely and utterly ignored in those who need help. The system gives those with support more support, and does not support those in need with no support. You understand I hope, that the gravity of the situation is now out of control.

I once heard the actor Jim Carrey say that depression means your body is in need of a ‘deep rest.’ I agree, when you give it what it needs fundamentally, it can start to recover and heal.

Photo by Madison Inouye on Pexels.com

Would it be Nice

It would be nice to feel the sand under my feet

it would be nice to watch the clouds in the sky

and it would be nice if we could meet

and maybe not to spend any time to cry


would it be nice

or would it be wrong

if we could skate on ice

or just accept that we belong


it would be nice to see everything

perhaps never seeing anything

or just let it breeze away like nothing

at all had existed in my heart these days


would it be nice I used to ask

all I had to ask for, would it be.

Broke Mirror

Do you remember when it was the turn of the millenium?

Back then looking in the mirror was a passing thought

then the mirror cracked

no longer happy to look at myself

or to look in your eyes

but you laid beside me

guided me from the night to the day

beginning to wonder what you wanted to really say

I know it's okay... to think, to feel

to understand, none of it was real

well this is a farewell

no more tears and no more pain

no more waiting, for the rain to go away

or to see the sky and see my sun

daughter, because she chases feet at the end of the bed

when she is really, just dead

so goodnight, you broke mirror. 

Keep Yourself Motivated

Welcome to this short post about some tips to keep track and on track of your weekly goals. It will help I believe to keep you motivated if you have short term weekly goals instead of pushing for stressful, and unrealistic timelines. Here you can see my suggestion and you can also read my Medium post below on ‘keeping track of your goals.’

1) Try to set small achievable goals throughout the week;

2) Don’t push yourself beyond your current limit;

3) Engage with others to tell them what you want to achieve;

4) Be able to complete the goals and don’t dwell on any shortcomings or failures;

5) Try to reward yourself as little as possible as it isn’t that healthy in the first place, you are human not dog;

6) Don’t be tempted to change a goal because you can’t be bothered anymore.

As you can see this is merely 6 tips, and there exists a whole lot of literature on mental health, motivation and happiness which may or may not be of significant help to you. I am currently reading a book by Richard Wiseman which is fascinating and helpful. I also started reading a practical guide to mental health, or something like that. Both are assisting my writing journey and my life at the moment. In times of difficulty of course motivation can dwindle. With time and the right tools though you can heal and get back on track.

Many thanks for taking the time to read my post and have a wonderful day. Thomas.

Weekend Medlum (& Ghost Poem)

My recent poem on Medium titled ‘Ghosts’ – https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/ghosts-2470f307e8a8

My WordPress 2020 poem ‘Ghosts’ © Thomas Maxwell-Harrison

My new and popular sonnet on Medium called ‘Rancid’ – https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/rancid-a-sonnet-7f9275f48e50

My Medium profile where I am trying to blog and build an audience – https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison


What are you planning for this weekend?

I am awaiting an interview outcome, which I expect to hear back from next week. I am writing on here, Medium and want to add another part to the Wattpad story – Apocalypse on Easy Street. Along with trying to round off Fist Fighting the Undead which was a little bit of fun.

Not planning to go anywhere, last weekend at the cinema was as adventurous as it has gotten lately. I did go into town yesterday though and bought a tropical looking rug. It is only small and I’ve put in in my living room in front of the sofa. I wanted one for a while because it is wooden flooring and so when I sit bare foot I want to rest my feet on something that doesn’t slip.

Medlum

No pain or hurt or anger

searing shot in the eyes

you are going to reach the top of your mountain

where you sense the goat

until it flies over

whisk of air

you were never there

My New Official Title!

Sir Michael Grantham-James-Stewart III

Wizard identity revealed

My new title, or should I say, my official title. I am so damned blessed to have such a long name! That is all! You might find me by other, more boring names, but this was all for show anyway. How many of you are alive?

Links to External Posts

I have been writing on external sites like Medium, Elephant Journal and Wattpad. Some recent posts are highlighted below.

Fist Fighting the Undead IV, Rancid – a sonnet, Message in a Bottle (freeverse poem) – at https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison

(please clap to show support if you enjoy what you read)

Apocalypse on Easy Street part 1-8, part 8 recently added – at https://www.wattpad.com/story/308318436-zombie-outbreaks-apocalypse-on-easy-street

(please like if you enjoy, you do not need to be a member to like something)

Some contributions for Elephant Journal – https://www.elephantjournal.com/profile/thomas_maxwellharrison/

Burgers are Sluts

She sits opposite me in this leather booth. The restaurant is fairly busy, waiters and waitresses flock from table to table, taking orders, delivering drinks and food and gossiping about social media nonsense. I daren’t reveal to this brunette bombshell that I am vegan, after she took the leap to tell me on the way here. “I’m vegan,” she had said. I didn’t want to share my intimate life details or let her feel some connection, because honestly, the whole date was a big set up. I’d agreed to this after being paired with this lady by a friend. Yeah, she was okay, she chatted a lot about family and decided to tell me about her recently holiday with her ‘girlfriends.’ Not that I was bothered though.

But… the waiter came over and I knew there was no way for me to hide my diet preference, and that was all it was, a way to stay slim and healthy. I don’t care about animal activism. I’d rather let her do all the talking, but I have to throw in the occasional question to sound interested. “Been there before?” She’s forgotten her own holiday already, and she talked about it for like 20 minutes. The waiter hovers over our table, pen on his pad. After viewing the menu, seeing the little choice there was for vegans, I decided to brave it.

“Yeah loads of times,” she finally responds, blushing and batting her eyelids. Damn, this woman is really into me and we’ve known each other for about an hour or two. Essentially a blind date. I give her the silent credit, she is busty, slim and tall. Her wit is questionable, after telling me I look like Colin Farrell. I look nothing like him and was born in Brighton to a mother who worked in a factory and alcoholic father who beat me as a child after his drunken nights out. Maybe being a Colin lookalike was the career change I needed. She glances to the menu and looks to the waiter, he’s young, probably early twenties and for some reason looking down her bra. Kid, take the order and **** off.

“I’ll have the vegan burger,” she says.

“Fries or onion rings?” he asks, smiling. Little jerk is jerking me around, can he not see she is on a date? I with hold my frustration and give him some leeway, as he probably hasn’t even reached puberty yet. “Okay great. An you sir?”

All can be forgiven, he’s addressed me by my master title, sir. Maybe I should correct him, to for the laughs. “Actually, it’s madam,” I say. The waiters face drops and he blushes. The young woman chuckles, and I get a leg up.

“Excuse me, madam.” So far so good, obedient waiter. “What would you like to order?” Oh dear the shame is built up, and I have to look at the menu, but cannot contain myself and splutter, laughing my ass off, she laughs again, and grabs my hand.

“Stop it,” she laughs. Her skin is smooth, her eyes magnetic blue. “What are you eating?”

I really was tempted to push it and order a portion of crisps, I didn’t have the mental energy now. “I’ll have the exact same, thank you.” The waiter takes the order and leaves without another word.

“So are you vegan then?” She smells of rose perfume and has that peaky, coloured tone in her cheeks. Do I confess my intimate details to a stranger? It wouldn’t go anywhere anyway.

“No, but I thought I’d try it.”

“You should be, it’s great.” Oh no, que the long animals abuse rant. I cut her off as she goes to speak.

“Do you want to know a fun fact about burgers?” She draws closer, smiling, her pearly whites glisten under the dim light.

“I’d love to.”

“Well,” I say, hesitating. “Burgers are sluts.” She pulls away, flushed. “They told me they like to be eaten out.” I expect her to laugh, but oh well, there she goes, from the table and out the door. I enjoy the moment and thank God I didn’t have to dump her.